I haven't cried in a long time.
But this morning the rain on my windshield got to me.
It felt good to let the tears out.

My truest friends have come. gone. again.
Life would have been so different if I'd stayed.
But here I am, in la-la land.

The same version as before.
But, they say, better, happier, stronger.
So why the tears?

Because it could have been easier.
If I didn't make it (still) hard.
Pick it up, pack it in, let me begin...

again. and again. and again.
emptying the space behind its eyes, the body begs,
put it on pause.